So!

[It's the first time Wheatley's allowed himself on camera since arriving on the ship, and boy does he look the worse for wear. He's dirty and scratched up, but that pales in comparison to the numerous bullet holes through his chest and arms. His ruined jumpsuit allows clear view of the damage, and in a few places wires or sheet metal can be seen. He's not leaking anymore, but there's several black stains around the wounds.

Though he may be smiling, he's not even trying to hide that it's false. His right eye has a small tic. His tone is only pleasant enough to convey just how very annoyed he is.]

Future reference, something to keep in mind, just in case--you know--this whole lights thing continues on for a bit. For any length of time, really. Small idea, for consideration: Monsters? Might not be the only ones with the neat eye trick! Funny, how that works out, isn't it.

Sure, easy mistake to make, blue glow, hard to distinguish in the dark. Can't blame people for being a little jumpy. But. I think it's only fair that you might take an extra second, you know, before blowing what you're seeing to smithereens, or throwing something at it, or doing any other things that you'd likely regret shortly thereafter. Keeps people happier. Me happier, it keeps me happier, is the key point.

Not hard to manage, either. Just try and check that what you're attacking wouldn't prefer a lovely, level-headed chat instead of sucking out your brain. Always something I'd go for, nice reasonable conversation.

[He claps his hands together, straining that mockingly polite smile to its fullest.]

That's all! Just a thought. For you to mull over, keep in mind. Ruminate upon. All I'm saying.